She rose presently and I felt her hand on my shoulder. "I'm a failure, Jack," she said wistfully, struggling to smile at it.
"And thank Heaven for it, sweetheart."
"But even that brute of a farmer found me out. I wouldn't care so much if it had only been this good soul."
"She spotted me as English too," I reminded her.
"I know. You're trying to make it easier for me; but that man didn't spot you, the beast!" She smiled then at her own vehemence. "Well, it's good-bye, Hans, I suppose," she said with a sigh.
"And good riddance, too."
"And yet you said I was doing it so well."
"And so you were, child, for the stage, but this is different."
"It's taken all the fun out of the picnic for me."
"What? To be my wife?"